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You won't find love
If you need perfection
You'll be ridiculed
By your own intentions

We're hypnotized by our own reflection
We're mesmerized by our own disguise

And every evening tears fall to the ground
Lonely seconds turn into days and nights
And we keep running from ourselves
Running from our dreams
Hoping that we see the light someday



from Historyrepeating (Limited Edition), released December 20, 2014


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“We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial - I believe we are lost.” -Remarque

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